He felt for these two women an equal affection; he was perfectly happy, perfectly tranquil.

Then he was not in love, for love and tranquillity seldom dwell at peace in the same heart.
Jean, however, saw approach, with a little anxiety and sadness, the day which would bring to Longueval the Turners, and the Nortons, and the whole force of the American colony.

The day came too soon.
On Friday, the 24th of June, at four o'clock, Jean arrived at the castle.

Bettina received him alone, looking quite vexed.
"How annoying it is," said she, "my sister is not well; a little headache, nothing of consequence, it will be gone by tomorrow; but I dare not ride with you alone.

In America I might; but here, it would not do, would it ?" "Certainly not," replied Jean.
"I must send you back, and I am so sorry." "And so am I--I am very sorry to be obliged to go, and to lose this last day, which I had hoped to pass with you.